Luyện nghe bài hát Running Back

Bitches want stacks, I just want my percent
She me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you 'em no gun again
bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the be coming in, the money be coming in
The be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run shit
The be coming in, the money be coming in

Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest come across
I be with just coming home
They only hope is me and the
They wish is for a new chain
But they up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's at
And I where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin'
Yeah, the DMV on the map
a city, two states if you can count
I'm as real as I say, I lie
So whenever I go, know I'm runnin'

Bitches want money stacks, I want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running
You be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the be coming in
The money be coming in, the be coming in
See you niggas just run mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this
The money be coming in, the money be in

These bitches want money
Me? I a hundred stacks
These bitches their soul
Well, I want my back
She it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
Look what them booty shots to that
That need her money back, Lord
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a ring
She say I buy her all kinds of
She lie everything
I put her on out and everything
I cut the bitch off a thread of string
hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know y'all believe everything
That's why I get high about day
All of fog like the weather change
the strip club to a hurricane
We got cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not games 'bout money, mane
She do something for money, mane
Yeah, I used to running back
I turnt that to a money bag, I'm gone

Bitches want stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running
You be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be in
See you niggas just run mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this
The money be coming in, the be coming in

We balling, we
(balling), hey darling (hey darling)
Sweet darling (hey darling), you we ballin'
We balling, Wale, with me
baby!
Yeah, Blue Moon,
We gon' ball all season, season and post-season
For no reason, with me